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For I come hither arm'd against my felf:
Stay not, be gone; Live, and hereafter say,
A mad Man's Mercy bid thee run away.
Par. I do defie thy Commiferation,
And apprehend thee for a Fellon here.

Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee Boy.
[They Fight, Paris falls.
Pag. O Lord they Fight, I will go call the Watch.
Par. O I am flain; if thou be Merciful,

Open the Tomb, lay me with Juliet.

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Rom. In Faith I will: Let me perufe this Face-
Mercutio's Kinfmar! Noble County Paris!
What faid
my Man, when my betoffed Soul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris fhould have married Juliet.
Said he not f? Or did I dream it fo?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was fo? O give me thy Hand,
One writ with me in four Misfortune's Book,
I'll bury thee in a Triumphant Grave.

A Graye? O no a Lanthorn, laughter'd Youth:
For here lyes Juliet, and her Beauty makes
This Vault a Feafting Prefence full of Light.
Death,, lye thou there, by a dead Man interr'd.
How oft when Men are at the Point of Death,
Have they been Merry? Which their Keepers call
A Lightning before Death? O how may I
Call this a Lightning? O my Love, my Wife,
Death that hath fuckt the Honey of thy Breath,
Hath had no Power yet upon thy Beauty:
Thou art not Conquer'd, Beauty's Enfign yet
Is Crimson in thy Lips, and in thy Cheeks,
And Death's pale Flag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloody Sheet?
O what more Favour can I do to thee,
Then with that Hand that cut thy Youth in twain,
To funder his that was thy Enemy?
Forgive me, Coufin. Ah dear Juliet:
Why art thou yet fo fair? I will believe,

Shall I believe, that unfubftantial Death is Amorous?
And that the lean abhored Monster, keeps

Thee here in Dark, to be his Paramour?

For

For fear of that, I ftill will ftay with thee,
And never from this Palace of dim Night
Depart again: Come lye thou in my Arms,
Here's to thy Health, where-e'er thou tumbleft in.
A true Apothecary!

Thy Drugs are quick. Thus with a Kifs I die,
Depart again; here, here will I remain,

With Worms that are thy Chamber-Maids; O here
Will I fet up my Everlasting reft;

And shake the Yoak of inaufpicious Stars

From this World's wearied Flesh, Eyes look your last.
Arms take your laft Embrace; and Lips, O you
The Doors of Breath, feal with a Righteous Kiss
A datelefs Bargain to engroffing Death:
Come bitter Conduct, come unfavoury Guide,
Thou defperate Pilot, now at once run on
The dashing Rocks thy Sea-fick weary Bark:
Here's to my Love. O true Apothecary!
Thy Drugs are quick. Thus with a Kiss I die.
Enter Friar Lawrence with Lanthorn, Crow, and Spade.
Fri. St. Francis be my fpeed, how oft to Night
Have my old Feet ftumbled at Graves? Who's there?
Pet. Here's one, a Friend, and one that knows you well.
Fri. Bliss be upon you. Tell me, good my Friend,
What Torch is yond, that vainly lends his Light
To grubs and eyelefs Sculls? As I difcern,
It burneth in the Capulets Monument.

Pet. It doth fo, Holy Sir,

And there's my Mafter, one that you Love.
Fri. Who is it?

Pet. Romeo.

Fri. How long hath he been there?

Pet. Full half an hour.

Fri. Go with me to the Vault.

Pet. I dare not, Sir.

My Mafter knows not but I am gone hence,

And fearfully did menace me with Death,

If I did ftay to look on his Intents.

Fri. Stay, then I'll go alone; fear comes upon me; O much I fear fome ill unlucky thing.

Pet.

Pet. As I did fleep under this young Tree here, I dreamt my Mafter and another fought,

And that my Mafter flew him.

Fri. Romeo!

Alack, alack, what Blood is this which ftains
The ftony Entrance of this Sepulchre?
What mean th fe Mafterlefs and Goary Swords
To lie difcolour'd by this place of Peace?
Romeo! oh pale! Who elfe? What Paris too?
And fteep'd in Blood? Ah what an unkind Hour
Is guilty of this lamentable Chance?

The Lady ftirs.

Jul. O comfortable Friar, where's my Lord?
I do remember well where I fhould be;
And there I am; where is my Romeo?

Fri. I hear fome noife, Lady, come from that Neft
Of Death, Contagion, and unnatural Sleep;
A greater Power than we can contradi&

Hath thwarted our Intents; come, come away,
Thy Hu band in thy Bofom there lyes Dead,
And Paris too Come I'll difpofe of thee,
Among a Sifterhood of Holy Nuns:
Stay not to queftion, for the Watch is coming,
Come, go good Juliet, I dare no longer ftay.
[Exit.

Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
What's here? A Cup clos'd in my true Love's hand?
Poison I fee hath been his timeless End.

O Churl, drink all, and left no Friendly drop,
To help me after? I will Kifs thy Lips,
Haply fome Poifon yet doth Hang on them,
To make me Die with a Reftorative.

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Watch. Lead Boy, which way?

Jul. Yea, noile ?

Then I'll be brief. O happy Dagger,

Tis in thy Sheath, there ruft and let me die.

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[Kills her felf.

Watch.

Watch. The Ground is bloody,
Search about the Church-yard.

Go fome of you, who e'er you find attach.
Pitiful fight! here lies the County flain,
And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
Who here hath lain thefe two Days buried.
Go tell the Prince, run to the Capulets,
Raise up the Mountagues, fome others fearch-
We fee the Ground whereon these Woes do lye;
But the true Ground of all these piteous Woes
We cannot without Circumftance defcry.

Enter fome of the Watch with Romeo's Man.

2 Watch. Here's Romeo's Man,

We found him in the Church-yard.

I Watch. Hold him in fafety, 'till the Prince comes hither. Enter Friar and a third Watchman.

3 Watch. Here is a Friar that trembles, fighs and weeps: We took this Mattock and this Spade from him, As he was coming from this Church-yard fide. I Watch. A great Sufpicion, ftay the Friar too. Enter the Prince and Attendants. Prince. What mifadventure is fo early up, That calls our Perfon from our Morning's Reft? Enter Capulet and Lady Capulet.

Cap. What should it be that they fo fhriek abroad? La. Cap. O the People in the Street cry Romeo, Some Juliet, and fome Paris, and all run

With open out-cry toward our Monument.

Prince. What Fear is this which ftartles in your Ears? Watch. Soveraign, here lyes the County Paris flain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet dead before,

Warm and new kill'd.

Prince: Search,

Seek, and know how this foul Murther comes.

Watch. Here is a Friar, and flaughter'd Romeo's Man, With Inftruments upon them, fit to open

These dead Mens Tombs.

Cap. O Heav'n !

O Wife, look how our Daughter bleeds!

This Dagger hath mista'en, for loc his Houfe

Is empty on the back of Mountague,

And is mif-fheathed in my Daughter's Bofom.
La. Cap. O me, this fight of Death is as a Bell,
That warns my old Age to a Sepulcher.

Enter Mountague.

Pri. Come, Mountague, for thou art early up,
To fee thy Son and Heir now early down.
Moun. Alas, my Liege, my Wife is dead to Night,
Grief of my Son's Exile hath stop'd her Breath:
What further Wo confpires against my Age?
Pri. Look, and thou shalt fee.

Moun. O thou untaught, what Manners is in this,
To prefs before thy Father to a Grave?

Pri. Seal up the mouth of Out-rage for a while, 'Till we can clear thefe Ambiguities,

And know their Spring, their Head, their true Defcent;
And then will I be General of your Woes,

And lead you even to Death. Mean time forbear,
And let Mifchance be Slave to Patience.
Bring forth the Parties of Sufpicion.

Fri. I am the greateft, able to do least,
Yet moft fufpected, as the Time and Place
Doth make against me, of this direful Murther:
And here I ftand both to Impeach and Purge
My felf Condemned, and my felf Excus'd.

Pri. Then say at once what thou dost know in this?
Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of Breath
Is not fo long as is a tedious Tale.

Romeo, there dead, was Husband to that Juliet;
And the there dead, that Romeo's faithful Wife:
I Married them; and their ftoln Marriage Day
Was Tybalt's Dooms-day, whofe untimely Death
Banish'd the new-made Bridegroom from this City;
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd.
You, to remove that Siege of Grief from her,
Betroth'd, and would have Married her perforce
To County Paris. Then comes fhe to me,..
And, with wild Looks, bid me devife fome means
To rid her from this fecond Marriage,
Or in my Cell there would fhe kill her felf.
VOL. V.

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